He tapped the pads of his fingers on the steering wheel. "You just don't get it, George. You have no idea what it's like to be totally in love with someone who doesn't love you back," He sighed heavily, "And it's bad enough as it is, but marrying them? Knowing that every single day of your life you are legally bound to them but you don't actually have them, nor will you ever? I'm sorry, George, I can't."

"Then why did you offer?"

“Because I'm an idiot!" He rubbed his face. "I thought I'd be fine! And I was until I kissed you and fucked everything up." He rested his head against the wheel and let out a pained groan.

I had so many things I wanted to say. So many things that would probably convince him to come back with me into that courthouse and sign the marriage license. And yet my throat seemed to double-knot. I couldn't get any words out.

"I'm so sorry, George," He huffed, leaning back against the seat. "I can't marry you. I know I just costed you your time and your green card, but I can't do it. I'm actually going to get driven to insanity." His voice cracked.

"Wait, so now what? Are you sending me back to London?"

He nodded weakly, "Yes, George. I'll pay for it."

"But... I don't want to go," I peeped.

He hit his steering wheel and his horn went off. Through the window, I saw Bad and Sapnap both jump. "Well fuck, George. I don't know what you want. All I know is that I just want you to get the fuck away from me."

My throat tightened even more, and my eyes began to burn. A swelling began to weigh down my chest, and I bit my lip hard.

"Wh-What do you mean?" My voice trembled slightly.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, and his knuckles started turning white. "You are like the constant reminder of everything I can't have. I can't look at you without... just get out."

My whole body seemed to grow limp. The swelling in my chest sunk rapidly, and my head spun. I was hoping so hard that it was all a nightmare. That I'd wake up with Dream next to me and the past two days never happened. But the plummet was too real to be a figment of my imagination.

"Please get out, George." He rubbed his eyes and refused to face me.

I took a deep breath and reached for the door. Anvils weighed down on my arm, and my legs were basically glued to the seat. I wanted so badly for Dream to start driving; to take us home and agree to marry another day. My chest craved to be wrapped in his warmth. To just know that everything would be okay. That we'd be okay.

I stepped out of the car, and Bad and Sapnap were already looking in my direction.

"Well? Are you guys okay?" Bad asked.

I moved carefully— like one tap and I'd shatter across the entire parking lot. But even without the tap I could feel that coming. I bit my lip as I stared up at the both of them.

"Do you guys have a spare room?"